Apple Lay

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

I'm  being followed by an apple

I feel like I've been picked

I wonder if it rolls on by

I'll have a bushel wit

I try to say it isn't me

who sees it as it falls

For me; I'm certain love is me

and gravity can't call

So on I go remembering when

I saw it light the way

And say this apple isn't me

and kick it where it lay

Author's Note

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.